Chapter 947 Hell (Second update, please subscribe)
Air!
Who would have thought that in this green fog that brings death, air would become the most precious thing.
Those Brazilians who knelt or lay prone tried desperately to breathe, but what they inhaled into their lungs was poisonous chlorine gas.
No matter how they breathed, it seemed as if there was not enough air and they could not breathe it into their lungs. No matter how they breathed, the deadly feeling of suffocation seemed to be strangling their necks, making it impossible for them to breathe any air.
Those who were unable to breathe tried desperately to tear open their collars and grab their throats and chests. They grabbed their necks so hard that they even pulled out flesh and blood.
At the same time, their lungs were ruptured by the violent coughing, and blood foam kept flowing out from the corners of their lips. Some people even coughed out their lungs.
“Ah…help…help me…cough…cough…help…”
In the next ten minutes or so, desperate screams and cries echoed in the green smoke. No one knew what had happened. They just desperately welcomed the arrival of death with violent coughing and suffocation in the smoke.
Only a few people, seeing that the situation was not good, dropped their weapons and ran backwards in fear.
Behind them, the yellow-green smoke, blown by the breeze, chased the fleeing people like the god of death. It quickly occupied the Brazilians' rear trenches. There were more people here than on the front line. After the smoke fell into the trenches, the fear brought by death spread in the trenches.
In the pitch-black smoke, screams from eyes burned by chlorine, cries of despair, and violent coughs were all mixed together, as was the heavy and rapid breathing when one couldn't breathe. The green smoke seemed to have become a green hell, and the cries of evil spirits in hell echoed on the earth.
Under the influence of the wind, the green smoke continued to spread backwards. On this day, the god of death came to this world in a very special way, not black, but green...
This thick green fog seemed to be the breath of death. Anyone caught in it would inevitably die.
What is more frightening than death is the fear of the unknown. Countless people abandoned their defenses in despair and fled backwards.
"beep……"
At 6:30 in the morning, a shrill and piercing whistle sounded in the trench. Almost at the same time as the whistle sounded, the squad leaders were the first to jump out of the trench, waving their pistols and pointing them at the enemy's defense line.
"Quick...quick, quick...charge..."
The soldiers who had been patient in the trenches for a long time all rushed out of the trenches. As soon as they were out of the trenches, they followed the squad and platoon leaders and charged forward.
“Beep…beep…beep…beep…”
After rushing out of the trench, Wang Qingshan, holding a pistol, crouched and flew towards the Brazilian trench, while biting the whistle and giving orders with it. After receiving a response to his contact whistle, he blew the command whistle again. The Ming army soldiers had already learned how to distinguish whistles among the noisy whistles on the training ground. When they heard the whistle, they immediately carried out tactical actions according to the orders. Although they were extremely nervous inside, their tactical actions were still not sluggish at all. After all, long-term training had already formed muscle memory.
As they charged, they also saw the green fog in the distance, but the fog had been much less dense on the Brazilian front lines.
What is that?
No one asked any questions, they just charged forward recklessly. Shells kept whizzing past their heads, but not a single one fell on the Brazilian defense line. This was long-range artillery fire, but the Brazilian shells kept falling around them.
Explosions came one after another, and one shell after another kept exploding around the soldiers. In the violent explosions, some soldiers fell down from time to time, but the others still charged forward desperately.
At this time, the only sounds on the battlefield were the officers' whistles and the soldiers' shouts.
Attack! Attack!
In the military's dictionary, once they receive the order to "attack", there is only one simple goal - attack! Attack continuously! Until all the enemies are killed!
attack!
In order to cooperate with the poison gas attack, before the battle, the troops distributed hoods and protective masks to the soldiers. The so-called protective masks are very simple, which are made of towels and bandages. However, before the attack, the towels need to be soaked in urine. According to the experience of chemical plants, urea can react chemically with chlorine to reduce the toxicity of chlorine. Multiple layers of wet towels plus urine, although seemingly very simple, can effectively reduce the toxicity of chlorine.
Although they were all wearing masks, the soldiers could still smell a pungent strange smell in the air. The smell was not strong, but the battlefield at this time appeared in front of them in another form. The environment on the battlefield was really too weird!
The Brazilians seemed to have abandoned their defense line. Even when they approached the barbed wire and cut it with pliers, the Brazilian position was still dead silent, with no gunshots, no movement, and not even the sound of birds.
A strange feeling enveloped their hearts.
What's going on?
With such doubts in mind, Wang Qingshan and his comrades crossed the barbed wire. At this time, they were all shrouded in a cloud of light green smoke. There was no sound on the Brazilian defense line, no shouting, and there was a dead silence between heaven and earth!
Even the birds disappeared.
Finally, they arrived in front of the trench. The next moment, everyone was stunned. What was in front of them?
It was a trench filled with corpses - the Brazilian trenches were filled with corpses.
Thousands and thousands of corpses almost filled the entire trench. In the green smoke that filled the trench, the corpses in different postures looked like evil spirits walking out of hell.
They stretched out their hands, desperately reaching upwards, as if trying to rush out of that hell. Their expressions were ferocious, their hands were grasping their necks, their necks were covered with scratches, some of them even scratched their throats, their military uniforms were torn apart without exception, and before they died, they all grasped their chests without exception, their chests were covered with scratches, as if at the moment of death, they wanted to tear open their chests to let air into their bodies.
What's going on here?
No one knows, but one thing is certain - everyone is dead!
Without exception
(End of this chapter)
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